“You’re really bad at stalking, you know that, right?” A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips, brought to life by the mere sound of her voice. Violet glances over one shoulder, her brown eyes warm and playful. “Well, as it happens,” I say, adjusting the lapels of my suit jacket, “I’ve never claimed that to be my area of expertise.” “No, that’d be mine.” Deep laughter comes from my right, and I turn to see Aiden casually strolling toward us with the pink-haired Riley on his arm.
